Passing Notes pt. 2 || James Potter

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"James?"

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"James?"

"Yes Y/N?" He asked. He doesn't know I figured it out yet. I fell for an idiot. Okay do I tell him that I know now or do I get a little payback and string him along. "Y/N?" Shoot I've been thinking for to long. "Yes, sorry, do you have the potions notes from last week? I was a bit distracted during the lesson and didn't get all the notes." Let's string him along shall we.
"Oh yeah sure I can give them to you later in study hall." I have till then to think of a payback plan. "Thanks James." I smile at him, hoping it's enough to have him not suspect anything, though he wasn't always the brightest when it came to picking up on things anyway. Time to see how this plays out.

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I was in study hall when James decided to use the paper again.

'So, Y/N ready to give up and tell me you love me already.'

This cocky bugger was not going to stop was he. I have a plan though, make him jealous of himself as a little payback.

'In your dreams, prongs. Besides I've seemed to have fallen for someone else.'

'That's impossible. No one else is good enough for you.'

How can he be this full of himself?

'But you think that you are?'

'I know that I am.'

I'm starting to question how I fell for him is he's this cocky.

'We'll have to see about that.'

'Who is it anyway, this 'other person' that's better than me.'

'Jealous much?'

He's jealous of himself and he doesn't even know it.

'Just trying to see who my competition is.'

'I have two classes with him, that's all I will say at the moment.'

'I can't get a little more information?'

'Nope. Now I have to go I'm expecting someone'

'Oh? Who?'

My first instinct was to reply, 'it's you you thick head' but I had to keep up the facade.

'Someone. You don't need to know'

'Is it the guy I'm competing with for your affections?'

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